You shall walk in your black lies
At your immoral pace
Where footsteps of truth fast dies
As a grubby face
In mists of lying lace.
You shall go clad in slime
And full of bull,
Smelling as a cesspool of grime
So regretable
Showing a reasoned null.
You shall crawl through your podunk town
In mindless trance,
Belly up, eyes protruding down
With gleeful glance
On your al Qaeda dance.
You shall walk in liars’ shoes
Wherever you go,
Hate will render your views
As putrid flesh below
Rots as you become truth’s great foe.
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